Jan 24 2009 is a Sad Day for Me

Jan 24 2009 is a Sad Day for MeI have lived a good life, and I have stepped in a lot of shit. When I was younger, I was part of the fast crowd of drinkers and partiers who believed they were the “in crowd.”

I wanted to become a Real Estate investor; I purchased over 60 homes, became a Broker for 14 years and sold as many as 88 properties in one year, I had it all, I lost it all.

I left to travel, I now think I was running away from these past lives, I wanted a complete breach; I wanted a divorce from my life.

I was willing to leave everything; I was willing to do anything to escape my life.

---------------------------------Pucallpa, PeruUcayali River or Amazon RiverSaturday, January 24, 2009Travel Journal --- What is your travel problem? I will write a Travel Tips with the solution----------------------------------

I am happy to say, the life of drinking and partying is a distant memory, I have a hard time believing I ever drank, my alcoholism cost me 100 time more than the benefits, I have not drank alcohol for over 20 plus years, I think it is 22.

I escaped this lie.

I am happy to say, I have nothing to do with Real Estate, and when I was in Guatemala, I got to relieve old memories of this horrible business. I think I want nothing to do with it.

I escaped the lie.

I was a Philosophy Major in University, I delusionally thought this would lead me to the path of righteousness. Instead, it felt like a club of humans talking about life, but never living a life.

Travel has been my salvation; there is a beauty in meeting people of other countries for the first time that fills up the hollow spots in my chest.

However, the more I read other travelers stories, the more I am forced to accept I am some form of weird travel writer. I have almost against my will become a member of another club.

Drinkers believe their lies.

Real Estate agents are huge liars, I was not, but by being part of this club, I was labeled a liar, I was guilty by association.

Travel Journalgers are liars, I have again joined a club, a group, a mentality of human who all agree that the truth and reality shall not be respected. I have always know Travel Writers were liars, I thought the Bloggers better, I was wrong.

I do not lie; it is not my nature, I Blog and make internet pages to earn money. I write this Blog because it feels good to explain my life, to be held accountable for my actions. To know I am responsible for my life, because I shared it with others.

I search the planet for an “Honest Critic,” friends who strive to be good, who want to accept the world on the worlds terms, friends who do not want to edit reality to make others happy. I want friends who keep their eyes open and see the beauty of reality.

What is this fascination with editing reality, the real world is enough, it does not need editing, it is good life, and we do not need to sensationalize travel.

It is a sad day for me, I know I am part of this club of Travel Journalgers, I am guilty by association, again in my life I have got shit on me, how will I clean this up?

God is good; it is people who are not.Travel is good; it is people who are not.

I sometimes think of Jesus on the cross, as I understand it, he looked down at the mass of people who all agreed to kill him and said, “forgive them God; they know not what they do.”